"[color=springgreen]I'm not going anywhere, you can let go of me now.[/color]"

The prince wasn't convinced, which is why his hand remained a tight grip on her wrist. The moment he had set her down, she had nearly run off; if it wasn't for his quick action, he was certain she would have burst through the haphazard meeting between the three and their enemy. He understood that she wasn't happy, but he also trusted Aloa's judgement. Emiri, on the other hand, knew that whatever came out of the room would be nothing but bad news. She had made numerous attempts to escape, until Grant had decided that if she was going to continue to act like a child, then he would treat her like one.

"[color=darkorchid]I don't believe you,[/color]" Grant replied. "[color=darkorchid]At least, I would, and yet even now you're inching towards the door.[/color]"

Nadeline watched the pair, a bored expression on her face. She had opted to have a seat in the rather...oddly decorated room they were in. Despite being seated, she was ever alert, her glance occasionally flickering around them. In all honesty, she expected to be attacked at any moment. It didn't help that she could practically feel Meli's eyes on her, for...some reason. She wanted to ask, and yet, she couldn't quite find herself to care too much. There were too many other things to consider, she supposed, though she had a feeling it was because she was Aloa's student, and so Meli probably hated her by proxy.

Joy.